"Dis iz vhat zehy schend to fight ME? Zis eetsy beetsy leetle keety kaht? AHAHAHAHA"
I stomped forward, wiping the drool from my beak from that fit of laughter. As I got closer, the stench of sauerkraut, flatulence and rancid, oniony body odor got stronger. It was like an avalanche of overused gym equipment slowly approaching you. Every hot, steamy breath I exhaled toward you blasted you with the stench of the bratwurst I was currently digesting. I was like a tidalwave of stink slowly washing over you.
"Eheh... leetle eetsy beetsy keety smell something nasty? Iz eet ME?" I lifted both of my glorious, musclebound biceps up. I may be fat, but I've got arms like muscly tree trunks and pits that you could get lost in. I sniffed gingerly at my armpit with my bold bird beak and smirked.
"AH! Eet eeeez me. Joo like zat?"
I let the putrifying stinks of my armpits wash over you and drown you in my odor. Of course, this was just a test to see if you can survive my natural odors. If not, then you've got no hope of ever making it out of this alive.
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